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Sunday, October 24, 2021

Hellsleigh by D.C. Brockwell - Book Tour

 


Book Blurb

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 , 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜

 On the day it is due to be demolished , Seven bodies are recovered from Hellsleigh, the most infamous asylum in the country ,which has lay derelict for the last 30 years.

 𝟮𝟰 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗘𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗿:

 On the eve of its planned demolition famed parapsychologist and author, Brandon Fiske and his team of paranormal investigators break into the abandoned hospital determined to find proof of its supernatural powers.

 Local villager, Jason Hough who’s past is connected to Hellsleigh returns for one last visit along with a group of university students in search of a place to party.

 But neither groups are aware that they have entered Hellsleigh on a very special anniversary, a time of evil the building remembers only too well…

 𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝 , 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚.




Excerpt
Melanie could still hear the breathing.  There were two of them, circling her and Dion She wanted to scream; nothing came out.

     Beneath her, Dion was crying in pain, his face still melting. Tears rolled down her cheeks; she felt so helpless. In the pit of her stomach, she felt nothing but despair. Why had they come here? 

     Smoke from the spotlights made her want to choke, but she didn’t, not wanting to make a sound. Whatever was circling her meant her and Dion harm; she didn’t want to attract their attention. She wanted to call out for help, to scream and run away. There was no chance; she had to stay and help Dion. “Please…” She finally found the courage to speak. “Don’t…Hurt…Us.”

     The breathing stopped.

     She couldn’t feel them anymore. After two minutes, she wiped away her tears and looked down at Dion’s burnt face. “Dee, we have to get out of here.” Getting up, she scanned the monitors. There was no sign of the shadows. She picked up the radio and called Brandon and Monica. “Bran, Mon, something’s…happened.” Dion’s pained cries gave her pause. “We need you!”

     Nothing. There was no static, no replies; it was like the battery was dead.

     “Fuck!” She threw the radio at the wall behind her, as it broke and echoed in the large ward. “We’re getting out of here, Dee.” She stepped up to him and tried to grab him round his shoulders, fully aware that the shadows might return any second. “Come on, baby, you’ve got to help me.” She strained to move him. “I can’t do this by myself; you’re too heavy.”

     With sweat pouring down her face, she managed to get him into the middle of the room, before giving up, trying to catch her breath. A fleeting thought of leaving Dion to find the others left her feeling guilty. She couldn’t leave her poor husband behind. If he’d been able to speak, she knew he would tell her to run, to save herself. “Not a chance,” she told herself out loud. They would both leave this bloody hospital together, or neither of them would; it was that simple.


Duncan Brockwell is a full-time dental technician from West Sussex. Having completed his course at Lambeth College in 2018, he started writing in his spare time. An avid gardener and part-time mixologist, he loves nothing more than relaxing at home with his wife, Beks and pure white rescue cat, Milly. 

Since Duncan started writing in 2018, he has written thirteen novels, nine of which have been, or are in the process of being published. Unlike a lot of authors, Duncan feels he is a hobby writer, toiling away on his purple couch in front of the TV in the evenings and weekends. He wants nothing more than for readers to enjoy his various offerings, ranging from romantic comedy (under pseudonym Katie Simpkins) to hardcore blood and guts horror and everything in between (Under either DC Brockwell or Duncan Brockwell).

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